I live for you, a feeble flame,
You live for me, a yellow dim light;
I flare dancing on a wax thread,
While you travel straight ahead;
A free light around my warm flame,
As far as the darkness boundaries allow,
As we were decades before, we are now;
I melt and carelessly burn my years,
And trickle down with my hot tears;
Waiting for you to illuminate my world,
Which is dark, which is bitterly cold
To be immersed with our quiet love scene,
Which can be noticed, which can be seen,
But when dawn breaks bright.
And my flame is blown out;
The life we have lived so tight
Becomes a candle's illusion by name,
And a fancy of desire, which has right.